This has been going on for years but only tonight did I finally get what it all meant.

Being the typical male perhaps, I never actually heard the original message but my wife being a typical women assumed I did. On notes, written on the bathroom mirror after a hot shower and other places.. from her I'd see..SHMILY... In my head, I'd see it but never asked about it, I just figured it was a cute way of saying.. smile.

Well... not so, there's more to the story...Read this part of the story then go to the link for the rest. I think it's well worth your time...heartwarming...and life.
(Also.. you get to see what it means..)

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Written by Laura Jeanne Allen

My Grandfather and Grandmother were married for over half a century, and played their own special game from the time they had met each other. The goal of their game was to write the word "shmily"
in a surprise place for the other to find. They took turns leaving "shmily" around the house, and as soon as one of them discovered it, it was their turn to hide it once more.

They dragged "shmily" with their fingers through the sugar and flour containers to await whoever was preparing the next meal. They smeared it in the dew on the windows overlooking the patio where they always had warm, homemade pudding with blue food coloring.

"Shmily" was written in the steam left on the mirror after a hot shower, where it would reappear bath after bath. At one point, my Grandmother even unrolled an entire roll of toilet paper to leave
"shmily" on the very last sheet.

There was no end to the places "shmily" would pop up. Little notes with "shmily" scribbled hurriedly
were found on dashboards and car seats, or taped to steering wheels. The notes were stuffed inside shoes and left under pillows.

"Shmily" was written in the dust upon the mantel
and traced in the ashes of the fireplace. This mysterious word was as much a part of their
house as the furniture.

It took me a long time before I was able to fully appreciate my grandparents' game. Skepticism had kept some of them from believing in true love-one that is pure and enduring. However, I never doubted my grandparents' relationship. They had love down pat. It was more than their flirtatious
little games; it was a way of life. Their relationship was based on a devotion and passionate affection
which not everyone is lucky to experience.

Grandma and Grandpa held hands every chance they could. They stole kisses as they bumped
into each other in their tiny kitchen. They finished each other's sentences and shared the daily crossword puzzle and word jumble.

It's funny really. When I was a kid growing up my father was a crotchety old navy man.
If the rules were broken he kicked butt. Then by the time I reached young adulthood he had changed to a sensitive, loving old Guy.. It's happening to me.. shezz

It's funny really. When I was a kid growing up my father was a crotchety old navy man.
If the rules were broken he kicked butt. Then by the time I reached young adulthood he had changed to a sensitive, loving old Guy.. It's happening yo me.. shezz

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